“Look at yourself, look at how beautiful you look as you come.”
Valeria locks eyes with herself in the mirror; her mouth is slightly parted, her eyes are heavy-lidded, and her chest is rising and falling rapidly. There’s something almost beautiful about being both present and witnessing her desire unfolding.
She holds her gaze, unflinching, feelinga slow heat settle in her bones as Camila smirks, eyes fully blown. Valeria’s chest feels like it’s expanding with heat, and all she can do is hope her legs will hold her through what is about to be the most explosive orgasm of her life.
An intense wave of pleasure washes over Valeria, right as Camila curls her fingers, and a loud, unrestrained moan escapes from who knows where. Valeria has never made a sound like that before, but she has absolutely no control over it. She had forgotten sex could be this pleasurable, that it could be this intoxicating.
Thankfully, she doesn’t have too much time to get in her head about it, as Camila says, “I want to watch you do that at least a million times.”
She kisses Valeria’s neck, turning her over, before capturing her lips, sending another painful rush to Valeria’s core. She’s always been a one-and-done kind of girl, but with the need rushing through her, she thinks she might never get enough, might never get her fill of Camila because her body is vibrating, wanting more, needing more.
Valeria walks Camila back to the couch, sits her down, and climbs onto her lap again. “I need more of you,” Valeria says, kissing Camila hard.
“Take what you need.” Camila already has her hand already at Valeria’s entrance, two fingers sliding in hard, harder than they had before, and Valeria moans.
“Yes,” she says, grinding into Camila’s hand, her legs working her up and down Camila’s fingers, as they thrust deeper into her until Valeria’s pussy aches. Still, the pleasure is so much sweeter that Valeria keeps grinding harder and harder against Camila’s fingers until she comes completely undone again.
“Fuck,” Camila whispers, “You’re so sexy,” she says, claiming Valeria’s lips again.
Valeria should be exhausted right now. Should want to sleep for the next week after the two intense orgasms she just had, but all she can think of is how Camila has entirely too many clothes on, and how badly she wants to taste her, makehercome undone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CAMILA
Before Camila can process how it happened, her slacks are on the floor, and Valeria’s mouth is tracing a wet path across her rib cage.
Camila’s breath hitches as Valeria finds sensitive skin below her breastbone, and then lower, to the flat of her stomach, pressing open-mouth kisses there as her hand roams up Camila’s body, cupping one of her breasts in her hand, rolling one of Camila’s nipples between her fingers. Camila bites her lip to keep from moaning.
To be clear, Camila isn’t complaining; having Valeria ravish any part of her body feels amazing. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit she’s thought about this moment more times than would be considered appropriate.
This moment, though, will be ingrained in her memory forever. Nothing she’d imagined before could compare to having Valeria on her knees in front of her, head between her thighs as her mouth inches closer to where Camila needs it most, biting and licking through the thin fabric of Camila’s underwear.
Valeria’s fingers trace the waistband of Camila’s underwear.Their eyes lock as she slowly slides them down Camila’s hips and her legs before tossing them over her shoulder.
Camila’s elbows move to rest on the back of the couch, waiting for Valeria’s next move. Watching with an eyebrow raised as Valeria licks her lips. Valeria leans forward, her gaze never breaking from Camila’s, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Camila’s lips part slightly, about to say something, tease her, but Valeria’s hands slide to her thighs, and her fingertips drag, nails grazing skin in a slow scrape, and whatever was on the tip of Camila’s tongue evaporates, along with all of her thoughts.
Her breath hitches, and all she can do is watch Valeria’s mouth curve into a smirk as she leans in, close enough to make Camila’s skin prickle.
“Cat’s got your tongue?’ Valeria breathes, amusement curling low in her voice.
Valeria doesn’t wait for an answer; instead, her mouth presses a kiss to the inside of Camila’s thigh, then another, unhurried, each one creeping higher, letting the moment smolder and anticipation coil tight in Camila’s core.
When Valeria finally brushes closer to her clit—so close Camila feels the promise of it more than the touch itself—the sensation snaps through her like a live wire, frustration and want tangling together. It’s fleeting, cruelly so, gone almost before she can react. Valeria pulls away without giving her relief, turning instead to kiss the other thigh, as if nothing at all had happened, leaving Camila suspended. Valeria lingers there, unhurried, her lips warm against Camila’s skin, as if savoring the control of the moment.
Camila’s fingers curl into Valeria’s hair, and a breathy sound slips fromValeria.
“Am I going too slow for you?” Valeria’s voice is soft, almost lazy.
Camila lets out a shaky breath, jaw tightening as she fights for composure. “Not at all,” she manages, the words coming out thinner than she intends. Valeria is a tease, and it’s going to undo Camila at the seams.
Valeria hums, clearly pleased. She doesn’t say anything else, lets her thumb trace a slow, absent-minded line along Camila’s leg. Valeria leans in, close enough that Camila can feel her breath.
“If you tell me what you want, I’ll do it,” Valeria murmurs, that deliciously mischievous smirk returning. “I’mreallygood at following directions, you know?”
A shudder of pleasure runs through Camila, and her breath leaves her in one sharp exhale. The air between them crackles, and silence stretches as Camila’s body hums with anticipation.
